Forgiveness

Yesterday morning, instead of going to church or even sleeping in, we decided to go to a 2 hour yoga class to celebrate Easter. It was a karma yoga class, one where everyone donates what they can and the donations go to charity. It seemed to fit the day.

The teacher dedicated the practice to forgiveness. The session included a lot of forward bends for internal reflection and twists for letting go. It was a fitting, but strange combination, when you think about it. Spending time looking inward only to let those thoughts go. Perfect for reflecting on forgiveness.

To forgive is to experience a letting go, a freeing and while satisfying it is not always easy. The practice ended with people sharing thoughts about learning to forgive, learning to let go. I am not always comfortable with the sharing moments. I like to listen to other people but I feel anxious about participating. Something in me holds back, but in the spirit of openness and letting go, I shared. And the truth that I shared is that the person I have the most trouble forgiving is myself. The person I am hardest on and expect the most from is myself. I can forgive almost anyone else, eventually, but I still reprimand myself for things said and done to other people in years past. I have trouble forgiving myself for not living up to expectations and dreams that I am not sure I even have anymore.

I think that learning to forgive is one of the most important steps we can take towards emotional growth, but I also think it is something we have to learn over and over again. And we have to learn the difference between forgiving and forgetting. (Is it possible to forgive if we can't forget?) And, to top it off, we also have to learn that sometimes it is not so much forgiveness as acceptance that we need to practice.

I am fascinated by the difference between acceptance and forgiveness and the way they are both connected to love. I believe that much of what we have trouble forgiving ourselves for doesn't require forgiveness so much as it requires acceptance. Acceptance that even as we love deeply and broadly, love is ever-changing and transient, never the same but always present. Acceptance, rather than forgiveness, that we are not perfect beings, that in our flaws we can find our humanity.

I don't have any real answers, but I do know that this little chicken helps make it all a little better.

Happy Easter!

Hot Hot Yoga

My new year's resolution this year was to cultivate balance in my life. I have a vague notion that finding balance involves signing up for a yoga class, practicing everything in moderation, and professing tolerance for one's fellow man. Until recently I'd been dabbling in yoga at home and enjoying the occasional run on the treadmill mixed with a little lifting. I was enjoying my hobbies without obsessing and even throwing in a little grad work now and then. I haven't even attempted the whole tolerance thing yet. Baby steps. You understand.

So while in Oswego to see Hosmer, I was happy when several of us had a chance to attend a Bikram yoga class with Sandy Eby, our cousins' aunt. It was a first for the four of us who went, and it certainly made an impression. Sandy is just about to open up a beautiful yoga studio for the general public and I highly recommend that anyone who has a chance, and any interest, should take a class with her. It was awesome, and very very hot. And this is coming from someone who grew up in south Texas where we know from hot.

Of course Molly and I, becoming immediately obsessed, started searching the Internet for information on bikram classes in our local areas. Molly scored big - 2 studios in San Antonio. Spokane - not so much. Are we really surprised?

After finding out more about bikram yoga studios, we wondered, what should one wear to hot yoga? Our usual capris were somewhat uncomfortable while completely drenched in sweat, particularly when we then walked home in the snow after the yoga. It was a true family exercise in extremes. It turns out women are supposed to wear yoga shorts and sports bras, not too surprising, if somewhat skimpier than I am comfortable with, at least until the hot yoga has helped sculpt a new me. But it was the men's wear that catches the eye. It turns out men are supposed to wear these.

Look closely now. No, your eyes are not deceiving you. That is most definitely velvet leopard stretch. Truly awesome, no? Talk about the hot hot yoga.

Sadly, with no opportunity for hot yoga in Spokane I will have to resign myself to never seeing these on the person next to me in yoga class, but perhaps learning to accept such things can become part of my quest for balance. I have signed up for a monthly pass at the local yoga studio. So forward progress. I'll keep you updated on that whole tolerance thing.

Lost

So at what point do we have to sit down and admit that we are lost, at least somewhat. Is it even possible to be lost when you know where you are going, even know you are on the right road, but are unsure of where you are and what you are feeling at that exact moment?

I am tired of thinking. I want to act. But what action and to what end? When I am honest, I must admit that the actions I dream of, both waking and dreaming, are drastic, vibrant, truly alive, but also have true disaster potential. What does it mean that I dream of something that is not, cannot be?

Spring is dangerous. It wakens in me something that slumbers during my more civilized moments. It awakens the illicit and forbidden, the me that feels both more alive and more alien.

I fear this is something that work will not quiet. Perhaps I should amp up the running and the yoga, will myself to balance and forget what cannot be.

Hope

There is hope again, and beyond hope there is the comfort that I have seen him. We have confirmed again in person that we love. In this moment, my grandfather is still here with us. We will have to wait and see what the coming months bring us.

My heart is breaking.

My grandfather has leukemia.

I feel as if a part of me has broken loose.

I have no words and no way to imagine a world without Hosmer in it.